Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.